My name is Kara which means "beloved" or "love." This is the story of my love affair with my father, John. To some, this is a tale of twisted romance and incestuous perversion but to me, it is simple how two lonely and needy people found love in each other's arms regardless of the familial relationship or age difference.
I was born to Mary and John Smith, the best damn parents a child could ever wish for, and I was their cherished love-child. We were a tight-knit family who was open to displays of emotions, physical contact, and frank but supportive discussions. Both of my parents said that they were glad that I pulled more on my mother's side in terms of having her slender figure but with fullerfdis breasts and her quiet accommodating and caring nature.
My father was the blue-collared breadwinner who put in long hours at a local factory to provide for and support us. He was clearly the man of the house -- bold, decisive, and intense -- a man of few words but with deep emotions. Mom and I knew that dad was highly protective of his loving wife and adoring daughter, and we felt safe, secure, and loved.
My mother was a rare old-fashion stay-at-home housewife. Her primary goal in life was to tend to the needs of her husband and when I came along, to mine. She was always there for me in my formative childhood years while doing the mundane household chores such as house cleaning, washing, and ironing, and cooking. In so doing, she shared how to do things and talked about the most intimate subjects whenever I asked.
It is funny how I thought I knew my parents, their likes and dislikes; however, I was extremely naïve about the nature of their special romance. I had just turned eighteen when I discovered that they were sexual beings with a rather unique sex life. I learned this after celebrating my early January birthday supper. My father became angry with mom upon learning that she had bumped another car when she went grocery shopping. While no one was hurt, the damage was minor, and the other driver dismissed the incident, my father was "pissed" to say the least
As my father silently seethed with visibly roiling emotions, mom said softly and calmly, "Kara, why don't you take a bath early tonight. Since you're still on Winter break, you will be helping me to clean the house and do the shopping tomorrow. Shower and then go to your room and turn in early because we'll start early tomorrow. Your father and I have things to sort out. Go on and be quick about it. When we come upstairs, I want to see your door closed with the lights turned off."
I didn't have to be told twice and before I knew it, I was in my bed, trying to fall asleep. However, sleep evaded me especially when I heard my parents ascending the stairs with my mother's soft murmuring was interrupted by my father's loud biting comments. By the time I heard their bedroom door which was across the hallway of mine closed with a click, I could no longer restrain my curiosity. Carefully creeping out of my bed, I pressed my ear against their closed bedroom door.
"You should have been more careful, Mary," erupted from my father's mouth, laced with anger as well as concern. "You could have been hurt..."
"Yes, dear," was my mother's meek reply. "I wasn't paying attention as I should have. I should be more careful." Then after a hushed period, I barely heard, "I deserve any punishment you mete out, John -- anything."
"Strip!"
"Yes, dear. There, I'm naked. Now, let me help you take off your clothes too...there... we're both naked."
For some strange reason, I was confused. I foolishly couldn't imagine that my parents were naked together or that my caring father would punish his loving wife. It was then that I noticed that their bedroom door had an old-fashion keyhole with no key in it. Peeking through the keyhole and directly at their bed, I could see as well as hear what was happening between my parents.
There was my father sitting on the edge of the bed with nothing on. I had quickly stifled my gasp of surprise as my eye locked on his manhood sticking straight up between his parted legs. This was my first time seeing a penis...an erect one that fully engorged, long, and hard -- and that it belonged to my father...well...I was shocked.
For a woman in her mid-thirties, my mom had a good figure with white-porcelain skin, full but not too heavy breasts, a slender waist, gentle hips, and small buns. Standing about five feet seven inches, she had shapely legs that met in a muff slightly darker than her shoulder-length auburn hair. Although she never thought of herself as being pretty, my mother was appealing in an understated way.
"How do you want me, John?"
"Across my lap! You know what to expect, Mary."
"Yes, dear," I heard my mother say as I watched her docilely laid across my father's lap, seemingly nonchalant about his rigid manhood that must have poked into her sex. With her globular buns on my father's right-side and held firmly by my father's left hand, Mom muttered, "Forgive me, John, for upsetting my hard-working husband. Please teach me a lesson."
What I heard next shook me to the core, instantly changing my immature and naïve perceptions of my parents. "Smack" was the sound of a meaty palm landing sharply and painfully against a soft fleshy surface. "Ummph!" was the soft grunt of my mother that quickly followed. "Smack! Ummph! Smack! Ummph! Smack, smack, smack!!!"
"Ooh, shit, dear..." breathlessly groaned my mother. "Please, dear, forgive your disobedient wife..."
"Will you pay more attention when driving so that you don't get hurt?" hissed my father? "Have you learned your lesson?"
"Oooh, yes, John. However, I have to tell you that I was distracted while driving because all that I could think of all day was of you...spanking me...and then having sex with me. I played with myself throughout the day but it wasn't enough and I had a hard time concentrating while driving. I think...I deserve more punishment, dear...but of a different kind."
